#and i picked this one randomly not knowing honey isn't in it...

[candescentkpop]

Wish on the same sky

Monsta X: Wish on the same sky

Monsta X Part 81 / ∞

[gracesimp]

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are: Maybe where the 10th doctor is in love with y/n but doesn’t realize it like the schtupid lil nerd he is, and Donna has to break it to him. With this new realization, his brain short-circuits and he has no idea how to act or what to say. Donna is his wingman and it’s just fluff all around. :D

I just wanted to

tenth doctor x fem!reader

summary: The Doctor is oblivious. Donna is not. Basically what the request said. Gosh, I love this request!!

"Bye, Doc" Y/n says softly, giving his arm a soft squeeze as he turns his head to look at her with a fond smile.

"See you soon, Angel."

Y/n giggles and skips out to the door, waving goodbye to Donna, her eyes looking back to the timelord one last time before leaving.

As soon as the tardis door closes, Donna snorts and turns to face the Doctor with a teasing grin. "Bye, Doc, see you soon, angel" She mimics in an overly-sweet voice before pretending to gag. "Ugh, God -- and that arm squeeze! Honestly, it's like I'm in the middle of a bad romance book. An overwhelmingly long slowburn." She mumbles in distress.

The Doctor looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you rambling on about now?" He quizzes, seemingly genuinely unaware of the tension between himself and Y/n.

"Oh, give me a break, Spaceman." Donna groans under her breath, dragging her hands down her face in anguish. "You're like a trillion years old; there's no way you can be that dense."

"Dense - what - oi, I'm not dense!" He protests quickly, a little pout on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest in offense.

With a roll of her eyes, Donna stalks around the console, randomly pressing buttons while the Doctor smacks her hands away before she can actually do something like blow up the tardis. "Had the birds and the bees talk, Doctor?" She asks playfully, the Doctor's cheeks flushing a light pink as he splutters.

"What? Donna, you're - stop messing with the console!" He screeches as she flickers some switches on and off. The redhead huffs and backs away, putting her hands in the air.

"All of this built up tension, Doctor. It's making you unbearably tense."

His honeyed eyes roll to the back of his head as he retorts. "Well, I just spent the day trapped on a train with some invisible evil entity, I think I have the right to be a little tense."

"No, no, no." His companion quickly shakes her head, tapping her painted nails on her arm, frustrated that she has to spell everything out for him. "Not that kind of tension. I'm talking about sexual tension. Desire."

The Doctor's face turns pale, his red lips frowning in disgust. "Donna, I think you're great, but-"

Quickly realising the misunderstanding, she cuts him off. "Not with me, you dumbo!" She spits, her face contorted in her own revulsion. "With Y/n!"

A sigh of relief leaves his mouth before he can stop it, but the relief doesn't last long before it's replaced with scepticism. "With Y/n?" He repeats curiously, almost allowing a little bit of hope to flow out alongside his words. "Nah, we're just friends." A dismissive wave of his hand attempts to deny the accusation, but his eyes darting anywhere but Donna just proves her point more.

"Well, she definitely doesn't want to be just friends." She speaks, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Despite himself, his head snaps up to look at her, cheeks darkening once again. "She doesn't? Why? Did she say something?" His asks are quick and eager, only making Donna chuckle.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Donna, this isn't-" Before he can finish, the tarids doors open once more. Y/n walks in, snow in her gorgeous hair as she shivers from the cold.

"Sorry, I forgot my hat." She explains sweetly.

The Doctor rubs a hand on the back of his neck, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to respond, but no sound actually manages to leave. Donna sighs from behind him.

Picking up on the awkward atmosphere, Y/n stops to look at them both, squinting her eyes as she observes the Doctor, his freckled face flushed with his eyes darting around. Her gaze moves on and she looks at Donna, who looks a mixture of amused and impatient. "Did I interrupted something?" She asks quietly.

"No!" The Doctor answers a little too quickly. Donna nudges him and and whispers encouragement in his ear as he tries to brush her off. "No, you're not interuppting anything."

Y/n nods, not convinced in the slightest, and actually a little hurt that the two seem to be keeping secrets from her. Still, she understands that she shouldn't prod when he clearly isn't comfortable. "Okay, well, I've got my hat." As if to prove her the fact, she twirls the hat in her hand. "I'll be going."

"Oh, you idiot!" Donna groans in his ear as Y/n walks to the door. The Doctor grumbles and bites his lip, his mind practically fighting between what he wants to do and what he should do.

"Actually, Y/n," He calls, and she stops just before the door. She turns around, looking lovingly at the Doctor as he makes his way towards her. He stands tall in front of her, gazing down with a nervous cloud in his eyes. "I just wanted to.. " He shifts on his feet for a moment. "I just wanted to..." He repeats in a whisper, sounding hypnotised as he stares at her lips.

He gulps then shakes his head. "Doesn't matter," his body turns and he curses to himself. He had fought Gods and demons, but trying to confess something like this was the most difficult thing he had encountered. "Have a good day at home, angel."

Instead of making a quick getaway, his wrist is suddenly captured. He's spun around, but before he can process anything, Y/n's lips are on his.

It's soft and loving. It captures the years of longing, of need and desire the two had bottled up inside themselves. Her hands run through his hair, and after his brain rebooted, he places his hands on her waist, pulling her into him.

They pull away, a little short of breath as their foreheads sit together. The Doctor makes no effort to remove his grip from her waist, and Y/n now rubs the back of his neck in soothing motions. "I hope that was okay," She whispered a little shyly. "I just wanted to kiss you."

The Doctor bobs his head up and down eagerly. "God, yes, that's okay."

"Finally!' Donna cheers.

omg first time writing in forever. uhhh it isn't proofread sorry lolol. hope you enjoyed!! :) <3

[ilythena]

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM the day summer ended, and best friends move away.

Fem!reader, horribly written angst but like it's barely angst, ends fluffy cause I couldn't do it guys I am not the strongest soldier!, childhood friends to lovers, Quinn is the best comforter ever, idk how to explain it but you two are so so so so in love!!!!!!

♪ SATURN - SZA

"You don't understand, l'm just so nervous she won't fit in with the other kids."

Your mother leans over the kitchen counter with the phone tucked in between her shoulder and her ear, talking to her sister. Setting her keys down with a sigh, she finally sits down—nerves racking through her entire body.

"She'll be fine, y/n's never been the type of girl to be shy!" Your aunt comforts, and she tosses her head back with a groan.

You're walking down the hallways of a brand new kindergarten, taking small looks around the place to stare at the yellow walls and the colorful designs on classroom doors.

The lady you're currently walking hand in hand with slows down at a door with clouds on it and opens it slowly, ushering you inside quietly in order to not drag the attention of all the children to you.

"Okay y/n" she coos "this is your class, your teacher is over there, her name is Mrs. Penny and she's super nice." She whispers and points to a lady with ginger hair who’s currently attending to a young boy who's coloring.

"I have to go honey, make yourself comfortable!" As the lady leaves, the teacher turns her head and sees you standing there awkwardly, fiddling with your oversized backpack straps.

"Oh! Come here honey! Are you the new student?" You nod as you walk over and sit in the seat next to her. "What's your name?" "Y/n!" You shout, a little too loudly as everyone looks at you.

"Oh, inside voice sweetheart." She giggles and you shy away with a smile "nice to meet you..." "it's nice to meet you, this is Jack. We're discussing shapes right now with this worksheet, do you wanna try and do it with him?"

The boy looks at you with a small smile and you nod in response to her question. She leaves you two alone and you're at the table with him.

"y/n, Is this one a square?" "It's a circle.." "oh."

"Jack, do you remember how we met?" "Honestly, nah."

You plop down onto Jack's bed with a laugh, and take out your folder that was given to everyone in your class earlier today. "We're picking classes tomorrow, right?" He says as he enters the room after you, and a yep with a pop of the p comes out from your mouth.

"What classes are you gonna pick? I wanted to do cooking, oh! And maybe try out the tennis team?" You say, taking out the sheet of electives and a pen so you could circle which ones you would like "I don't know... I'll choose whatever you choose." He shrugs and throws his bag down onto the floor, sitting on the other side of the bed.

"Well, you know the girl who lives across from me, right? She said that we should do something that isn't too hard, since we're gonna be freshman next year." You circle a few classes that sound simple, and when you show the paper to Jack, he nods in agreement.

"Just stick by me! We'll do it together so that way it'll be easier." You say with a smile, and Jack can feel all the air leave his lungs as you move your hair out of your face. You two have been friends for years now, sticking by each other in basically everything.

Years ago when you first moved into the neighborhood, Your mother was pleasantly surprised when you had came home from school that evening, going on and on about how you had made a new friend on your first day. Soon you and Jack found out that you two didn't live that far away from each other, and your mothers had scheduled a play date for the two of you immediately.

Your family quickly became close with Jack's, and it was like you became their sister in the following years. Ellen and Jim weren't even surprised to see you randomly in their house anymore.

Though, behind closed doors when you were in the comfort of your own home, Luke and especially Quinn loved to tease Jack about his growing crush on you. Jack claims went from ‘it isn’t true!’ to ‘it’ll pass soon! It’s just a little crush!’, but as the days went on and the more he was around you, it was like he could never get enough of you.

At the beginning of the year, you dyed your hair and did a different style that you absolutely fucked up, and even then Jack still thought you were pretty. You've always been pretty to him, but now as your hair grew out and your features started to mature, you were beginning to become seriously beautiful.

Staring, he began to get a little nervous at the sight of you. The sunset from his window enhancing your features to him and it's like time stopped.

"Jack? I think your mom is calling us downstairs for something" you say, and it snaps him out of his trance. "Oh, sure, um, let's go." He says as he suddenly bolts through the door and leaves you confused as you follow him down the steps.

"Can you believe this is it?" You breathe out as the two of you sit on the dock at his lake house, watching the sun go down side by side while everyone else is still inside the house.

“...no." He hesitates, subtly feeling the wood beneath his fingers—trying to ground himself as he steals a glance at you.

Silence is the only thing with you two. Nothing more than the sound of the water moving and distant chatter of both your family and Jack's in the distance, assembling dinner together.

“I can still vividly remember me and you picking out our classes for high school, and now I’m getting ready to go off to college. It all happened so fast.” You say, your breathing slowing down and tapping your fingers against the dock.

"I'm so proud of you, Jack. Getting into the NHL is fucking crazy." You softly say, turning your head to look at him and he nervously keens into himself at your praise.

"Thanks. You did really well too, getting into Harvard is really hard." He mumbles and you giggle. "Yeah… Well, let's get inside and enjoy the rest of the day, right? It's my last day here before I go away." You gently bring yourself up and reach a hand down to him to help him up as well.

The two of you walk inside and you're immediately wrapped up in a conversation with your mom and Ellen, in which Jack stares at the two of you when he plops down onto the couch with a heavy sigh and Quinn can feel the sadness radiating off of him.

"Why is he so sad?" Luke whispers to Quinn, and he rolls his eyes at his younger brother's lack of awareness. "He's upset because y/n is leaving tomorrow." He replies and walks over to the couch Jack is sitting on so he can take the seat next to him.

"Y'know, you look absolutely miserable." Quinn jokes and Jack cracks a small smile but it fades just as quickly as it came. Quinn sighs and nudges his brother, Jack finally looks at him.

"If you're that sad about it, why not tell her how you feel? It seems like everyone knows you two love each other except y'all" he says and Jack throws his head back with a groan.

"Not that easy. If I tell her and she doesn't like me back then what? We pretend nothing happens and I'm just hopelessly in love with her?" "You'd be hopelessly in love whether you tell her and she doesn't like you back or you never tell her at all." Quinn replies and Jack huffs and goes up to his room.

You can see him storm upstairs in the corner of your eye and look at Quinn. "What's up with him?" You mouth and the only thing you can make out is "no idea."

-

Before he knew it, the night had passed and faded into the morning. And Jack really thought he was prepared for everything, but he quickly realized he wasn't when he saw you packing your stuff into the trunk of your car.

The sun isn't even out yet and you're already about to leave him all alone. He runs out with his shirt about to fall off his shoulders and his hair all messy. You'd laugh at his disheveled state if you weren't about to cry.

He breathes out heavily when you grab him tightly in a hug, Tears staining his shirt as you begin to rock him back and forth. "I'm gonna miss you so much, J." Your voice breaks and Jack's heart can't take anymore as he embraces you.

"Not more than I'm gonna miss you." He mumbles and tucks his head into your neck as your mom packs your final suitcase into the car.

"Y/n, honey, I know it's hard but we have to go." Your mother speaks softly, knowing if she was any louder you'd burst into tears. You slowly let go of Jack and give Luke and Quinn hugs as well before going right back to Jack.

"Promise to stay in touch, okay?" He whispers into the air, heart heavy when you nod a yes to his statement. You pull away for a final time before getting into the passenger side of the car and stare at all the Hughes brothers as your mom begins to pull out the driveway.

They wave goodbye sadly and watch as you drive away, Jack immediately running back to his room and sobbing when he reaches it.

Unbeknownst to him, Quinn was hot on his tail and barely stopped the door from slamming as he watched his younger brother cry uncontrollably into his pillow.

"Jack, it's gonna be okay-" "it's over! I lost my chance because I was too scared to say anything!" Jack wailed, "it's never over. Y/N cares about you too much to just let distance ruin the two of you like that. You both will find your way back to each other one day, just not today." Quinn states with a soothing hand against Jack's back as he leans into his older brother.

Eventually, their parents find the two boys together and join them with comforting Jack, watching as the sun finally rises.

It's been two years since you've left for college, and though you've kept in touch well with the Hughes family, it was obvious something was missing when you spoke to Jack.

Your mother convinced you to come home for the winter, and here you were again seeing everyone for the first time since you've been gone.

Ellen and Jim were over the moon to see you again, questioning you about your studies and how you're doing with being so far away.

Jack spots you talking to his parents and awkwardly smiles at you.

"So... how've you been?" "Good. Made some new friends, it's been pretty good." It's as if you two never knew each other and are just meeting for the first time ever. As everyone seems to go inside because it's too cold you two stay there looking at each other.

"Jack, what happened to us? Why is it so different all of a sudden? Did I do something?" You whisper and Jack can feel his nerves spike up

"No! You didn't do anything! It's just... I don't know. It's been tough for me. NHL is a real kick in the ass." He mumbles and you tilt your head at him.

"I know that's not the real reason, but I won't press you." You say as you reach out to gently hug him, and he freezes for a moment before hugging you back with a stable grip.

He’s silent as you hug him. Quietly enjoying your embrace before it’s coldly ripped away from him when you let him go and walk into the house without another word.

He slowly enters as well after a few minutes have gone by, and he’s immediately stopped by Luke and Quinn, who both have confused looks on their faces.

“Dude, what the hell was that?” “What was what?” “That.” Luke repeats, and Jack raises an eyebrow at the sudden questioning.

“You’ve been talking about how much you’ve missed y/n for the past two years, and now that she’s here you’re being all quiet and acting like you never even knew her? What was that?” Sighing at the explanation he was given, he moves the group of three into a more secluded corner near the door so nobody could hear their conversation.

“I don’t know! It’s just— I can’t explain it!” He whisper shouts. “I haven’t seen her in so long, and it’s like when she looks at me I just can’t move!”

“Well get it together! I was talking to her the other day and she was upset because she thought you didn’t like being around her anymore! You’re really going to blow any chance you have if you don’t fix your act!” Quinn whispers back, and Jack rolls his eyes at both of them.

“Listen, either you fix whatever you need to fix or we’ll fix it for you.” “Wha—“ Luke drags Quinn away from the corner and they join the wave of people in the kitchen, leaving Jack to stand there frustrated.

He finally joins everyone else and stands there awkwardly, watching you talk to his mother and throw your head back with a laugh.

After a while, Jack begins to blend in with the crowd. Sitting on the couch talking with his father, he’s interrupted by his mother and his two brothers behind her.

“Jack, do you mind taking y/n upstairs to the attic to show her where the old photos of everyone are? I asked Quinn and Luke but they said they didn’t remember where they were.” Jack’s eyes immediately dart to Quinn’s and he shoots him a wink with a smile a little too big for Jack’s liking.

“…sure” he mumbles and glances at you to follow him upstairs. You two silently walk up the steps and everything is the same as you remembered it before you had left.

Finally making it up at the attic, Jack doesn’t waste any time taking down the box and opening it to show you. Your vision is immediately captured by the one of you two as kids taking pictures together for the class yearbook.

“This one is cute.” You whisper and Jack nods. You flip through the book and see baby Quinn in a huge oversized sweater and you mentally take a note to tease Quinn for it.

Gasping at a picture that Jack is holding of himself, you gently snatch it away from him and look at the picture of him, luke, and Quinn fighting. “This one is cuter! Look at you all angry” he blushes in embarrassment at the picture.

“Well, look at this one of you in middle school. Your bangs look absolutely horrid!” He says and pulls out a framed photo of you two back in 8th grade, and you lean over to snatch it from him but he moves away too fast which causes you to topple over him with a laugh

“We’re not talking about me right now! Look at this photo of you holding luke! You look creeped out” “I did think he was pretty creepy as a newborn to be honest” “that’s no way to talk about your brother” you two laugh and move the photos around to discuss more

As time goes by and you suddenly reach the bottom of the box, it’s a photo of you and Jack cuddled together on the couch together with the light from the television shining on your faces. You hold it silently and Jack leans over your shoulder to look at it also.

“I’m sorry for making it weird earlier…” he says, and you hum while you gently put the photo down “know you didn’t mean to, it’s just been a while.”

...the real reason is because I missed you, y/n." He finally says and you turn your head to look at him. "I miss you so much I haven't been able to breathe properly whenever I think about you. And every day I regret not telling you that I actually really fucking like you. Like, a lot." He chuckles at the end and you're left looking up at him with doe eyes, your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips.

You barely register his lips pressed against yours until there's no more air left between you two, hands threading into his hair as he pulls you closer in the dusty attic.

"Jack, l've been waiting so long for that. I wouldn't have waited so long if I had known..." you whisper against him and he presses a gentle kiss onto your nose.

“We don’t have to wait any longer. Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” He asks and you don’t hesitate to nod your head and pull him into another kiss.

"Quinn always told me that you'd come back to me one day." He jokes as you two pull away, foreheads pressed against each other with your hand playing with the hair on the back of his neck

"And I was right! Give me my credit!" He yells from the opening of the attic, startling you two and you can see his head peeking from the entrance

“Get out!” Jack screams and he laughs as he steps down.

“I hope you know that our mom and y/n’s mom were betting on you two getting together tonight! Better tell your mom to pay up, y/n!”

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[mywons]

❛ boyfriend!jungwon headcanons.

▸ ִֶָ tags [ boyfriend ] jungwon x reader, fluff + mentions of kissing + cute wonnie + just a happy relationship + mentions of petnames. warnings! && possible warning : very brief (2) mentions of marriage + mentions of jealousy / possessiveness. ✿ 0.6k words —

## HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT !

won is very . . . loveable

he's super affectionate & loveydovey, he does any & everything to show how deep his love for you runs

dates with him are usually full of spontaneity. quick & fun picnics, a playful movie night with takeout

out of all of enhypen, i think jungwon is the second most type to date-to-marry (after mr. husband material park jongseong). so while he's very fun and playful, he's serious about you too

he wants you to know that he sees a future with you and if you don't see that with him, what's the point?

likes to keep polaroids of you scattered across his room's walls

collects the silliest little trinkets & souvenirs whenever the group goes someplace new, only to bring them back to you

the type of bf to text you at 3am and ask if you wanna raid the nearest corner store

kisses you very often. as a greeting, as a goodbye, as a reward, bc you look cute, he literally just loves kissing you

doesn't get jealous easily but so so so clingy when he does ,, will pull you towards him and refuse to let go

so so so so caring, smothers you with all the love in the world whenever you're feeling down :(

petnames include: lovey & pretty baby

likes to sleep with his head on your chest so that he can hear the rhythm of your heartbeat <3

definitely randomly calls you at all times of the day, just saying he misses you

^^ "i called you earlier why didn't you answer :(" "bc i'd literally just left your place" "so..????"

he's like ur MY lover u need to be attached to my hip at all times bc ur my baby !!!!!!

and he's so real for that honestly

i think he to an extent feels an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for you and because of that, he tends to overthink ab if even the smallest things he does are affecting you negatively

constantly making sure you're happy/content in your relationship, asking if there's anything else you'd like for him to do

he's just super careful with you

nd so supportive oh em gee !! if ur an idol like him, he's at every single show he can make it to. cheering you on, shouting "thats my baby 🫵"

if you're interested in smthn else/neither of you are idols, he's still definitely supporting you in whatever interest you have

constantly complimenting you and praising how your brain works. he admires everything about you

sometimes buys stuff in a bigger/smaller size so that he has an excuse to wear it and then give it to you

^^ "oh it doesn't really fit me so here you go :]" knowing damn well he just wants you to smell like him

definitely competitive when it comes to you. "oh yeah? well my lover can do this and this"

forever seeking any reasons to make you feel good about yourself

likes when you play with his hair after a long day or even sing to him, ironically.

really just enjoys the sound of your voice

would love to adopt a bunch of cats and grow old with you <3

never is the one to end any contact with you first. oh you guys are on the phone? better hang up first bc he isn't. won't even pull from a hug first, and would run out of oxygen if it meant keeping his lips on yours instead of resorting to pulling away

sees himself marrying you has thought about it plenty of times and voiced his ideas for the wedding, resulting in teasing from the members

eats ingredients out of your food that he knows you don't enjoy so you won't have to pick the pieces out !!

likes being called honey

need him to be my boyfriend immediately

mywons © 2023 ## please do not plagiarize my works.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I read your fic, Remember the good days, and I liked the idea. What if Frisk/Chara/Aliza gets shot during an ambassador discourse, right on the stage? Who would act fast enough to save them? Who would catch the one who did that?

Undertale Sans - Sans doesn't hesitate one second and throws himself in the way as soon as he hears the gunshot. He ends up getting badly hurt instead. He noticed the guy who did that and had a bad feeling. He trusts Toriel to have his back. He promised to protect the child. He's not backing out. He ends up in a coma, but Frisk is safe.

Undertale Papyrus - He tries not to panic after what his brother did and decides to follow Undyne, who immediately chases after the man. They run after him for a solid thirty minutes before Papyrus catches him randomly as he turns to escape Undyne. He keeps the guy on the floor until Undyne arrives. He's shaking, but at least he was useful. As soon as the situation is under control, he runs to check on Sans, terrified. Hard weeks are to come.

Underswap Sans - Blue stays completely frozen after the kid falls face first. He was supposed to assure their security, and even if he doesn't like them, that's a huge failure. He takes a deep breath and jumps into action, running to check on Chara, and immediately calling the rescuers. He tries to keep his calm, but he knows the kid might reset yet again if they die and he doesn't want the nightmare to start again. He's not letting them die.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey is too in shock to do anything. He stays out of the way of the crowd, running in panic to flee the place, and stays next to Asgore, who is already freaking out for his child and trying to get on the stage. Honey doesn't know what to do to help and ends up having a panic attack, hiding behind the stage's curtains. Blue comes to check on him after Asgore starts healing the child. He's not letting go of his brother.

Underfell Sans - Red gasps in shock and runs on the stage to protect the kid from a second attack. Frisk is very young in this universe and Red just got too attached. He picks them up and immediately teleports to the nearest hospital, screaming for help. He's trembling, and not trusting any human, but he lets them take Frisk. Thanks to his quick thinking, Frisk quickly recovers. But Red is not trusting the humans that easily ever again. If they can shoot at a child, what else can they do?

Underfell Papyrus - Edge saw the red spot on Frisk, and the man with the gun, but arrived too late to stop it. He enters berserk mode and runs at full speed to grab them. He doesn't give them any chance. He blasts them at full strength and ends them with a bone crossing their body from head to toe. He doesn't care if that guy is not judged. All they deserve is to die. Undyne has to physically restrain him and drag him away as Edge won't stop stabbing the man long after they die. That's at least a good warning to all of his rivals if one of them still had some ambition to attack him. No one is getting close to him for a while after that. He feels guilty afterward for not thinking this more, but knowing Frisk is alright despite everything is comforting.

Horrortale Sans - He stares, completely dissociating. The hell you want him to do? He doesn't have any superpower to stop this. He is frozen, just staring as the rescuers come to save Aliza. His brother then comes to try to make him snap out of it, but Oak is still staring at the emptiness, in a state of shock. He only starts to recover long hours later, not sure what happened. He's going to be quite jumpy for a while.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow is in shock as well, and all the blood is for sure not helping. He can't do anything to stop the man who shoot at Aliza, but at least Willow saw his face and he has an extremely good memory. They're not escaping that easily. Once the crowd has left, he realizes his brother is still standing on the stage, frozen, and goes to check on him. Oak isn't reacting anymore, but he's not injured either, which is a good thing.

Swapfell Sans - His first thought is that he's dead. He hates the child, with all he has. But they are under Toriel's protection, and though under his protection. He failed as a general. He didn't secure the place enough. He failed as a soldier as he did nothing to even check on the child or to stop the man who did that. He's not even feeling anything about their bloody body on the floor even though he hoped it would happen eventually. All he knows is that Toriel will kill him for this, and he's surprisingly at peace with the thought.

Swapfell Papyrus - He was watching the thing on live TV, and didn't care before he noticed the way the Queen looked at his brother before they cut the live stream. He hesitates, but he knows way too well what that stare means and he doesn't think his brother realizes it in time. Rus teleports right in front of his brother, grabs him, and they both disappear before a gigantic beam hits the ground. Rus goes back home with Nox, who is completely unreactive and in shock, and starts to pack thing. This time, they don't have any choice. They have to leave the country or they both die before the end of the day. He just hopes his brother will pull himself back together before it's too late because he's clearly the brain in their duo and he desperately needs a plan right now.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not happy about this, as he actually cares about the child, but that was so predictable. It was such a huge risk for nothing. Humans hate them, obviously, sooner or later something like that would have happened. He can't believe the King and the Queen are still on the throne. Their way of ruling is outdated and it's time to do something about it. Maybe it's time to rebel for good and to give them a real reason to fear him.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - As usual, his brother keeps him away from the important things. He knows something bad happened, but his brother won't let him have the information. He has to find out all by himself in the news that his friend got shot and that because of Wine he's not even authorized to check on them. He hates it. He hates he can't be there for his friends because of stupid rivalry. He's upset both at himself and at his brother.

[ominoose]

𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 - 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Second and last post for me and @ierofrnkk's new pookie. New immoral murderer blorbo just dropped!!

Keep calling him Sam Fartner in my head.

V - Vase (What flowers he gets you)

Sam has no clue what flowers you like, asking didn't occur to him. What he ends up getting you is a generic bouquet from the nearest store, probably with roses because he vaguely recognises that as a popular choice.

It won't be a big one, or a small one, just a medium-sized bundle of flowers because in his mind flowers are flowers and the act of getting you them is good enough.

A - Affectionate (How openly affectionate is he?)

Sam goes between both extremes on the spectrum, from not being in the mood to even sit next to you, to making you sit on his lap while he lounges in his Lazy Man chair for three hours.

Generally he sits on the wanting affection end, holding your hand, kissing you every ten minutes, giving you his jacket even if it's warm out. Sam parrots the social norms around him, taking a good while to settle into your preferences and figuring out a rhythm that suits you both.

When he kisses you he gets very caught up in it, either giving a quick peck or devouring you, even if he isn't in the mood for more, he craves the intimate closeness.

L - Love Language

Acts of Service.

If you've ever ordered something from Ikea, it'll be built before you realise it's been delivered. Sam wants to be the reliable boyfriend you can lean on, thinking if he does everything for you then you'll have more time to spend with him and will grow to rely on him more, making you less likely to leave.

During Valentines this translates to a fancy breakfast in bed (he doesn't realise he's not meant to wake you up at the crack of dawn to serve it though), driving you anywhere you want to go, getting up to pour you every drink. If he can anticipate a need before it comes, it's a job well done in his mind.

There's also the obvious heaps of fancy food he's plating for you for every meal, with snacks in-between.

E - Eat (Where and how does he dine you?)

Food is his world as much as you are, so only the best can be served to his everything. What constitutes as the best to Sam is wildly different from your average guy, there's going to be a variety of starters with names you can't pronounce, but every single thing he serves will be the best thing you've had.

Sam will memorize every reaction you have to food, what textures you like, what spices and seasonings you prefer, how hot you like things. He's learnt his lesson after Mary and only dines at your favourite places.

Valentine's dinner will be somewhere formal, somewhere upscale and nice, somewhere he's inspected before because he will absolutely not risk taking you somewhere where he can't guarantee everything is not only good to eat, but safe and clean.

He'll domineer a bite, pointing out menu items he knows you'll enjoy, so reining him in before he orders on your behalf is a habit you'll need to get into.

N - Nicknames (What nicknames do you share?)

'Honey' is his default, with a 'Darling' every now and again. Sam likely picks them up from his country songs unknowingly, and never really strays from them. Most of the time he'll use your name.

T - Tacky (How cliche is he?)

Sam's somewhat tacky, in the sense that he'll indulge in some of the typical Valentines behaviours like buying you a teddy bear, taking you out for a nice night out and using more pet names than usual.

PDA isn't something he's afraid to do, if anything he likes showing you off, walking around the world with a pretty partner on his arm. Sometimes he'll stop you randomly while you're both walking just to give you a deep kiss, then walk on again as if nothing happened.

If you want to do something tacky, like matching clothes, getting matching teddy bears, etc, then he'll do it without question.

I - Innovate (How did he fix a Valentines gone wrong?)

Sam likes his routine, likes things to go how he imagines. If your Valentines plans were interrupted or went off-kilter, he won't be happy. The anger or outbursts will not be directed at you, he'll likely go hide in his room for a bit and try to calm himself down.

If a person is at the centre of the ruined plans, maybe someone was rude to you at work, and you came home sad, a server got your order wrong, someone spilled something on your nice outfit, he'll blow some steam off by killing them. When he gets home from that, he'll offer you the money in their wallet, suggesting you both get takeout with it.

N - Naughty

Sam's sex drive is low, it feels more like a societal expectation than a regular need. Whatever your needs are, he'll meet them happily and without care, unless it was several times a day, he'll start getting a bit grump.

Regardless of his sex drive, he'll initiate on Valentines, mostly because he feels it's part of the tradition. Sam likes giving oral, and he'll fit that in somewhere.

One thing that's guaranteed to get him going is public sex. The same way PDA gives him a sense of pride, public sex acts make him feel desirable. If you start touching him intimately at the restaurant for dinner, or in the car, he'll insist you go to the toilets or pull over so he can ravage you.

E - Ending (How does he wrap up Valentines day?)

Whatever happens as the day ends, he wants Kenny Chesney playing. The country music stays on during sex.

S - Song

The No Shoe Nation rises.

[sillygoofyqueer]

*checks phone*

*sees new chapter of Three Blades*

*falls out of chair before clicking as fast as possible*

Where do I even begin?? Everything is perfect!! I’ll start from the beginning and work my way through.

Hua cheng and E-Ming have The Best sibling relationship and I love every second of their interactions. Love how they playfully argue. It’s clear they know each other very well. I also love how seamlessly they switch dynamics from a petulant 8 year old to a calm teen assessing the situation.

Speaking of relationships, it’s interesting how seamlessly Hua Cheng and Luo Binghe work together. I guess that comes with the territory of knowing each other for decades if not centuries. The concern they have for WWX immediately after seeing him is so cute. I hope you know I am squealing SO HARD over here.

Hua cheng after learning Wwx is the wielder of the 3rd blade: *shocked pikachu*

Once again I am left wondering why WWX is in a graveyard because, well, yeah. Also still wondering what Wwx gave up but I’m assuming that will eventually be answered. Right??

Yin yu being the only one with enough sense to not only have them set up a medical room but also manage finances is amazing. I am curious how much he pays himself. Part of me is like, ‘he probably cares for them a lot and it’s probably not that much.’ And the other part of my brain is like ‘he has to deal with all their BS. He is paying himself handsomely.’

I hope you know I was cackling throughout the ENTIRE Chenqing and Suibian interaction. They are absolutely insufferable around each other and it’s amazing. Part of me wants to see them united against a common enemy (*cough* the ones who buried Wwx *cough*) because they both care a lot for Wwx so I kinda wanna see them go feral on whoever hurt him. In the meantime I will enjoy whenever they get reunited with wwx and them fighting the urge to kill each other.

Xin Mo is Tired™️ and I feel a little bad but also he had to know something like this would happen with Suibian.

Speaking of Suibian, she had a different name??? Did Xin Mo and E-Ming??? Or is that just a suibian thing?

Wwx waking up like “am I dead? I was supposed to be dead. Why am I alive and in a bed???” Is priceless. Even more priceless is Wwx thinking E-Ming is HC’s child.

Was that a Shen yuan mention I saw?? I heard they were friends but it’d be funny if they were roommates. Like, Shen yuan barely leaves his room and if he does it’s for food, forced human exposure or to rant At Length about novels. So for weeks WWX has LBH and HC going in and out of an apartment they share until Shen yuan is randomly eating in the living room and Binghe walks in and promptly trips over his own feet. Cue later interrogation of WWX by LBH. Idk, just thoughts.

I feel like the fact that WWX’s spiritual veins being reconstructed is important but I can’t tell how just yet. Maybe having to do with his golden core and all that? Idk. Too early to tell.

Love how wwx is nonplussed by literally waking up 4 days after being buried alive and his only comment is ‘guess I missed lunch with my friends :/‘

As always Four, I wish I could give more kudos because your fics always make me ~feel things~. Please remember to take care of yourself and take breaks.

Luna, you make me go feral. Hey. Hey honey bun (/p). Let's start blabbing. Hua Cheng and E'ming are the most sibling siblings out of the siblings. If that makes sense. However, sometimes E'ming says the most in depth things in his eight year old form and Hua Cheng will bully him instantly by being like "oooh, little baby trying to be smart?? Shut up." And just shoves him from any elevated space possible. I link it back to whenever my youngest brother tries to argue with me and I'm just like "You can't talk back to me, you're like..five." (he isn't). When E'ming is in teenager form, Hua Cheng is more likely to pick him up and dangle him around a bit, before dropping him in a general direction and seeing what he does. Luo Binghe and Hua Cheng have spent centuries upon centuries practically living together, of course they bond and are such close besties (family) that their swords (who expected to have to sort of manipulate the bond to make them feel like family ((like the previous god trio))) kind of watch in relief and awe as they do. When Wei Wuxian comes in, he's obviously in a dangerous situation and it's like...an almost instantaneous Protective™ reaction because oh my god tiny little teenager (not a teenager) is our missing friend (brother) and is bonded to our swords' missing partner (sister). They'll be even more Protective™ friends (older brothers) as they get to know the baby through his personality and are like..."ohh yeah, baby brother." Hua Cheng learning that this almost-fully dead teenager (young adult) is the third wielder: Somebody come pick up their definitely traumatised son before I adopt him into my not family- I dunno what you're talking about, Wei Wuxian's just chilling...in a graveyard....after almost being buried alive........usual stuff for a guy like him!! And, I swear on all that is holy (my life), you will learn what he sacrificed. Eventually. I've had threats (/j) of people coming to my house so they can find out what it is. You'll find out in due time. There are clues, alright? I swear. I prommy. There's a clue right from the first chapter. I pwomise. When I get to Yin Yu's perspective, it's going to be the most underpaid yet overpaid worker dealing with his maddeningly rich bosses having insane problems that he shouldn't be dealing with but is because he loves those guys. Until the new 'boss' comes in, causing a brawl between spiritual weapons and is the most rabid "working-class guy who's out of his depth in this new role" ever. I can't wait to explain it more. The way he pays himself varies wildly depending on how he's feeling: "Oh, I don't want to take advantage of their kindness, I love it here" *watches Hua Cheng sob violently into a portable Dianxia statue as he tries to sign off on the taxes agreement because there was another unsuccessful search* "...I'm giving myself a raise." Suibian and Chenqing are like two cats who hate each other, hissing and scratching - however, the moment Wei Wuxian is in view they're like little angels, kicking each other whenever he turns away. They actively curse each other out, even in weapon form, just having constant back and forths whenever Wei Wuxian's even lightly distracted. Xin Mo finally understands what headaches are and is constantly suffering trying to keep the two under control like the good older sibling that they are - they do understand that Suibian is Like That™ because they're certainly...interesting - while E'ming watches them all end up brawling because of course Xin Mo resorts to fighting to fix things as a former war god's sword.

I like to think of Shen Yuan's friendship with Wei Wuxian as 'this guy I tried to give money because I thought he was homeless is actually pretty cool and I let him stay at my apartment occasionally. We go to cafés together and he enjoys my bitching.' But I will not rest until I have Luo Binghe tripping over his own feet at the sight of this ragged nerd.

Wei Wuxian has woken up in this strange room and he is this close to losing his mind, but he falls back on COMEDY when he's confused. He isn't usually this trusting but Hua Cheng has answers and a son sword child thing that Wei Wuxian can respect. And hey, all I'm gonna say is that he's used to being in precarious situations. He's more worried about disappointing his friends than himself. He's also secretly extremely worried about another person (**cough cough** foreshadowing **cough cough**)

[senka-mesecine]

What pet names or terms of endearment do the boys prefer?

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― However badly Chris might want to step away from the mold and be different I do think that he's still partial to all the good, old classical nicknames; you know, the 'dears', the 'darlings', and the 'sweethearts' of this world --- primetime family Sitcom wholesomeness, irony of all ironies. Might even slip out the occasional 'princess' in there when he's in the mood (or even when he's being sarcastic, or dare I even say, threatening?), but fact stands, you can take the ex college boy out of the suburbia, but you can't take the suburbia out of the ex college boy. Somehow, chances are, part of him starts vividly resembling his parents and calling you things, say, his father might've called his mother eons ago, and whether he's aware he's doing it or not is entirely up for debate and analysis, but I feel he'd literally be the type of man who'd say 'Honey, I'm home!' when he, duh, comes home, and this goes for him pre-war and post-war, although, admittedly, post-war, there's a high chance pretty much everything Chris Taylor does and says might take on a dark, eerie, possessive edge. You might just get called cupcake as he corners you against the wall, pressed against it by his body or baby as he's pounding into you hard, scaring the living daylights out of you because sometimes it's hard to recognize him and the words he says don't match his actions. Who is this guy?

― For the world, O'Neill might have this tough-guy, macho front that he doesn't dabble in endearments at all because he's not whipped, he's nobody's footstool, he's not a domesticated slipper of a man and he isn't wrapped around anyone's fingers, not him, nah-uh, no siree, he's too perceptive and smart for that sort of deal, but the actual truth of the matter is that his particular preference in endearments proves the contrary seeing as how he has a penchant for the most saccharine sweet, honey-dipped, cheesy nicknames imaginable; the type that would make anyone roll their eyes in annoyance and the kind that are already thirty years out of date even in the 60's; the likes of honeybun, honeybunch, honeycake, sugar pie, sweetiepea, sweetcheeks and any randomly concocted combination of the most cutesy-patootsey nonsense you've ever heard in your life, which is hilarious, because Red makes a deliberate effort to prove to everyone he is in fact not like those other assholes who get with a broad and immediately become her doting lapdog overnight over the smallest bit of attention from her. Which is actually the case with him. It's all so disgustingly sugary it would make Cupid himself puke. Might just call you Mrs. O'Neill long before you ever actually become Mrs. O'Neill and he does it with the smarmiest, most slap-worthy grin ever.

― I get this impression Bunny likes weird, slightly bizarre nicknames; the type of nicknames nobody but him finds, well, cute, and to start it off, I live and breathe under the belief his main and prime endearment for you would be bunny, yes, after himself. He's Bunny and you're his bunny. What's there not to understand? Sure, it might have a major narcissistic and egoistic streak to it, but he doesn't think so, and even if it does, who cares? He likes it! And that's about the only person he takes feedback from; himself! Outside of that, you'll be hips, you'll be face, you'll be cheeks, you'll be lips, you'll be body parts Bunny finds hottest during that particular hour, which is all of them, coming off as a bit crude and juvenile, but he isn't about to hide that he likes you. You can just easily be a bug, you could be a flea, you could be his Vegas wife if he got hitched with you in Vegas or his Hawaii Wife if he did it with you one time on vacation; maybe Booberella if your chest is ample. Muffin-top if you're curvy. Twiggy if you ain't. Mama-san because he picked it up in some establishment of ill-repute and because he thinks none of those broads have got nothing on you and fact is, you'll be endowed with so many strange, spur-of-the-moment, stringed together nicknames almost nobody has a clue what you're actually called. People ultimately settle on calling you 'Oh, yeah, Bunny's girl.'

― Rhah relishes in his theatrical oratory and his endearments reflect that entirely, to the point one gets this feeling he enjoys making up ever more elaborate nicknames for you, passionately stacking epithet upon epithet like the tower of Babel, risking it collapsing atop of itself with how pompous it all is, because you get affectionately called anything ranging from goddess, minx, heartbreaker, seductress, succubus, the flower of Shangri-La, the dope of love, god's own angel, the devil's temptation, the pomegranate of paradise, the moon, the sun and all the stars; it's almost like poetry and it can be both used when he's cross with you, utilizing said nicknames sarcastically or when he's entirely adoring and head over heels in love with you, but either ways, sweettalking is his way of being and he's astoundingly good at it. Extremely creative to boot. In anyone else's mouth, said nicknames would almost come off as cheesy and disingenuous sounding or perhaps just plainly put 'too much', but when Vermucci says it, it is said with such a gravitas that there is no way to doubt a single syllable slipping out of his mouth, meaning that not everyone can pull off the endearments he pulls off. In fact, few people ever could. Which is exactly why he's proficient at it. He has this ingrained 'unf' factor that's hard to replicate. Man fully believes what he's uttering.

― Overlooked fact is that Wolfe is probably Jewish and doesn't have a chance to be Jewish often, or to be elaborate, doesn't have too many chances to embrace every part of himself openly without being ridiculed, alienated or made fun of even more than he usually is one way or another; so when he gets comfortable with you and I mean really comfortable, not the surface level, acted-out wannabe anxious banter comfort he tries with his men to fill up the empty vacuum where their lacking respect for him should've been --- no, when there's actually trust and true affection between you he could very well slip out something like zieskiet or bubbeleh for your ears only and said nicknames will be so profoundly meaningful, important and private that he'd only ever do it if he considers the person he's saying it to the person; meaning that Wolfe neither dabbles in endearments readily nor throws them around willy-nilly --- he comes off as too tongue-tied, pedantic and nervy to do that quite so casually on most days and on most other days, he just plainly wouldn't want to because he does have a bit of a (smug) complex to himself. But, if you do get called anything sweet by him? Hilariously, one could almost say you're halfway there to being engaged because why would he do it otherwise? For all his haphazard, schmultzy nature, Wolfe can still opportunistically let you know it's been decided. Oh, look; Wolfe's being a bit of a wolf after all.

― You're King's boo, his bae, his peach, his wifey, his baby-girl, his baby-momma, his lil' mamma and realistically, for someone who has the tendency to misspell gratuitously and has an apparent literacy problem (not that he minds it at all, in fact, he seems outright amused by it), encapsulating the scale of his feelings and putting them into words isn't always easy and he can't or won't slip into the grandiose pontificating of Rhah because he refuses describe you like you're frigging shampoo, thinking it's whack, won't go the route of 'darling' the way Taylor would because to King, that has some major uncanny valley, rich-white-folk-with-a-summer-home energy written all over it (something he might just say openly, to Taylor's own face) and he almost definitely won't go into childish bizarreness in the style of Bunny because he doesn't consider himself a little freak, but regardless, whatever King calls you oozes so much inherent honey-dipped charm with little to no effort on his part that almost anything he says sounds likeable. He could just downright go and call you hey, boo-boo and it'll come off like the warmest, most darling nickname ever because he delivers it with a full mega-watt smile that's just infectious as all heck. That being said, whatever he calls you probably reflects the nicknames he'd like you to call him back; if you're wifey, he's hubby, if you're bae, he's bae, if you're lil' mamma, he's big daddy, if you're peach, he's bear. So on and so forth. Somehow, there's a weird, effortless poetry and assonance to all of it that's just so gosh darn cute.

― Chances are Elias might have the most interestingly diverse array of endearments for you where languages and subcultures are concerned because he is an open minded, enlightened guy that seems infinitely wiser and more knowledgeable than his age would ever imply and his nicknames for you directly mirror that, almost as if he took every sweet name he knew in every language he picked up throughout life and gave it to you, not unlike someone who seemingly somehow lived several lives within the short span of just one, meaning that you might be teasingly called anything from Hoàng Hậu (Queen) or his Cục vàng (piece of gold) in Vietnamese simply because he picked up some of the language by osmosis of being deployed on various tours; he might say Chiholloli instead of saying 'I love you', drawing from Oklohoma Indian country languages and smirk with an air of mystery when you ask him to translate for you and on other days, his endearments for you could range anywhere from as simple and as contemporary of-the-times as Baby or anywhere as lofty and elevated as his Soulmate. His Twin Flame; You could just as easily be a star-child because hey, you clearly belong up there much rather down than here or flower-child or downright go as elaborate as summer-of-love because he's connecting you to a time of peace and all the good things surrounding it; my love downright being the mere tip of the iceberg with him.

― I mean, Barnes is from the deep South, but that doesn't necessarily mean every classically southern sounding endearment gets thrown at you; well, not unless he wants to tease and border on being extremely sarcastic about it, semi-satirizing himself with the straightest, coldest poker face imaginable to the point you're unsure if he's joking or not (and you not knowing is the whole point) --- but, that being said, his nicknames for you are clipped and straight to the point seeing as how he's less so for words and more so for actions; you're beaut, you're shug, you're ma'am, you're missy, you're toots. That's more or less it on a good day, give or take. The rest should all be doing and less so about the saying. Chances are, he can't stand people who are all silver tongued around each other, calling each other all sorts of incredulous, fanciful bullshit all day, all night and always but when it comes to the actual deeds part of it, they can't walk the walk and it turns out all those words were just an empty, showy sack of crap --- glitter sprinkled over excrement; he's the polar opposite of say, Rhah Vermucci in that regard. He doesn't feel he needs to refer to you as the petal of heavenly delights for this shit to be genuine; he needs to actually go and cement the idea with undertaking, effort and enterprise. Barnes is the prime one among the bunch to actually do something to show he cares than actually say something to show he does. He rather does all the things endearments describe at their core than actually utter it.

[livinginfictions]

I mean, yes absolutely, supporting those things is incredibly important!

But I feel like a point is being missed here that was well made by the reply before last.

Yes, anyone can pick up a pencil and draw, or grab cheap yarn and watch youtube videos to learn to crochet. This is a wonderful accessibility for many artistic pursuits! But there are just as many crafts where there is NO easy entry point to it.

You cannot just house one bee at a time to become a beekeeper and collect honey. You can't pick up smithing at random by taking a randomly offered class or two. Becoming a glass artist or woodworking to make something any bigger than a whittle project just can't be done without serious investment. Libraries, tool rentals, and common spaces can help ease this barrier, but it cannot erase it completely because they cannot provide you with more time in the day or more energy in your body.

And even the crafts that you Can get into easily, there's a bottleneck. It takes incredible time and effort, space, materials, education, and financial investment to hone a craft to expertise, and not many people have the free time, money, or access to do so.

For the average person, there will inevitably come a point in their pursuit of most crafts where they must plateau their abilities. They can't practice as long or as often as it would take to improve further. They cannot spend more time on projects or access the materials for higher difficulty work. Not while still living the modern, capitalist life of needing to work to survive. Their craft can't pay their bills, so it Must go in the background.

And yes, incredible things get made by those with serious devotion who work overtime to grind out a full time job AND a full time hobby to become experts at their crafts on top of having alternate careers to pay their bills. But that isn't a feasible or reasonable thing to expect from everyone who takes part in crafts.

For the average person, becoming a master or expert, or hell, even a journeyman at a craft is just...not a possibility. For many, that's fine! For many, it's a miserable, disheartening limitation to know that unless you get extremely lucky in circumstance, craft may not be dead, but you will only ever be able to scratch the surface of what it has to offer.

sometimes i think about how capitalism destroyed craftsmanship and i cry

[merlinssassybeard]

Hi!

I really love your works! You are such an amazing writer hehe

Are your requests open? If it is, can I request Gojo domming his submissive trophy wife?

It’s okay if you can’t!

Have a nice day and take care of yourself.

Hiii I'm glad you liked my work!. ily anon you made my day💕 And yes, requests are ALWAYS open!!!

I'm sincerely sorry anon i don't think i could write smut, I've realised that I'm really bad at smut so i chose to stick to what i think I'm good at(?)i.e, Angst.

Anon 👉👈 i hope you like this👉👈 im really a bad writer im sworyy

Important note:- all my ex Gojos are totally unrelated to each other. Just random scenarios, UNLESS MENTIONED

This is a total random thing that was going in my mind after watching the jjk0 movie

Tags:- angst

Series masterlist // Main masterlist

Ex husband Gojo

Suguru

The day was good and the sun was up after a week of dark clouds. You had a day off so you thought of going out shopping with your almost one year old baby.

"ah! You like this, honey? But its black! How about a pink honey? Or yellow? Green would do too you know!" You were cooing to your daughter when you asked her which dress you should take for her, to which she randomly pointed to a goth black frock. The staff just stared at you out of awkwardness.

You ended up by buying two green, one blue and two red dresses for your daughter along with butterfly wings for kids and a crown because it would be her birthday soon as well. Whereas, you bought a crystal slip dress to attend Christmas party in a club with your new boyfriend.

As you were walking on the pavement, with your daughter in one arm and bags in the other, you happened to pass through a Chanel store, of who's dress caught your eye. You quickly stopped on your path and looked at the price tag and quickly opened your phone to check your current bank balance, "well, fuck i guess. Oh shit! Eeek! I shouldn't say these words i front of you honey! Mama is sorry!".

Satoru had spoiled you so much that you remember your days when you'd just march in a Gucci store and buy not one but four to five dresses along with handbags and shoes and whatnot. Although, now your balance wasn't enough to afford a Chanel dress as well as all the expenses including rent, so you ended up dropping the idea. "Guess i should've taken the money don't you think honey? Maybe i should've....", refering to the divorce settlement money that Gojo had offered which you gracefully rejected due to your pride of being one of the four rare special grades, and especially a woman special grade.

Just as you started walking you felt a sudden jolt in your body of a high cursed energy around you. 'Satoru? No! Isn't he at the schoo- Is this- No way!' you thought to yourself as you tried stay composed to the figure behind as your daughter started giggling.

"wow! She seems to pick pretty quick huh. Never thought Satoru would have kids!" The figure behind you spoke in amazement, "I'm still angry though you know, that you didn't invite me on your wedding! YN senpai~"

"well if it isn't Suguru Geto. Satoru and you are both same afterall! Always love to surprise people huh." You replied, still wondering as to why is HE here and why YOU of all people.

"how about we go to a cafe, Suguru? You surely wouldn't turn down a coffee with your senpai now?" You suggested as you continued walking while Suguru joined you to your right, "of course not yn senpai"

You both now sat at a local cafe, with the window side. You ordered a tea while Geto chose to pass.

"..and just why are you here? You know I'm long outta the Jujutsu Society, so NO i don't have any secret information if that's what you're looking for" you grumbled annoyed as you took a sip of your tea.

"..ah! I noticed you're not wearing your ring, is it normal? Are you and Satoru fighting?" The long haired man seated across you asked.

"no, we're not fighting. He divorced me" you replied with a deadpan face. The reaction of the man seated opposite you made you more annoyed as he started laughing, "well that was expected of Satoru!" He continued, "i was also curious senpai! How did his family agreed to have him married to an older woman?"

"Suguru, I'm only a year older so stop beating around the bush." You rubbed your forehead, "Spit it out already. What're you here for?"

Suguru squinted his eyes and looked at you and then gave a smile. "I trust you Yn san that is why I'm going to tell you about this." he took a breath before speaking again, "I'm organizing a party soon. I'm looking for more people to invite. I need someone like you, your technique is incredible." Your brows furrowed as you tried to contemplate the word party before he finished, "Would you like to join?"

Oh no. OH NO! Is he onto something? But why? No! More like Why YOU?

You took a deep breath and placed your chin on your palm, "you know who you're talking to, right?" With your free hand you toyed with the pepper on the table, "I could rat out on you. I might tell Satoru. Do you really trust me that much?"

"I know you wouldn't. Afterall we share the same hate towards the monkeys. Isn't thats why you left the Jujutsu world before brutally murdering a group of those filthy monkeys? Do you still regret it senpai?" Suguru replied with a grin creeping up his face.

You looked at him with eyes slight wider than before then squinting, "that wasn't the reason i left Suguru. It was more of a.... Lets say health issue..? And no, i never regret my actions."

"come to the point will you Suguru? I'm tired" you were clearly annoyed by his talks. Suguru noticed your annoyance, "alright then, i guess i should stop playing around as well." He crossed his hands and spoke, "i want you to join me yn. Come with me and we'll change the world once and for all." His words gave you chills, "don't you want to create a safe place for your daughter? Think about her. What if one day something happens to her while exorcising a curse that came from a monkey! What will you do?"

You glanced at him before leaning back on the seat and then nodding your head slightly, "you know Suguru, you shouldn't really try so hard. I reject your invitation." You scratched your head, "can't afford to be a curse user you know, now that I have a kid... And besides, Satoru would kill me!" You chuckled. "But.... i might've joined you, you know. Only if this little dumpling wouldn't have been here, i might have..."

Suguru looked at you with disappointment in his eyes, "hmmm..... I understand. Its alright. I will be waiting for you, in case your mind changes."

You simply hummed along as you placed the money and tip with the bill and picked up your daughter in your arms. You stood up to leave before you heard Suguru mumble, for the last time, ever.

"i will wait for you yn san. When you'll come to me, i shall disclose my plan further..."

You murmured back, audible enough for the man to hear, "i won't tell Satoru. But i know he would've been very disappointed in you Suguru..."

"did you knew? YN?", "Did you knew about this? About Suguru?"

You could sense the rage in his voice. No. Its not rage. Its pain, its disappointment. No. Its both.

"i......i.... I did but i didn't knew it would be this serious. I'm sorry, Toru. I'm sorry"

"do you know what you have done YN? What am i supposed to do now that you're a curse user!?"

To be continued~

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2.

3.

1.

You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.

They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.

A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.

Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.

A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)

Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.

Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.

Looks really good in red and / or white.

Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.

Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.

I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.

Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera

Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.

Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.

They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.

You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.

2.

Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.

Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc

Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.

Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.

Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.

They have the most kissable lips.

Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.

Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.

For some reason I saw a crown.

Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.

Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.

Sincere

Trust

Romantic

Passionate

Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.

They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.

You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.

3.

An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.

They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.

Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.

Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.

They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)

Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.

Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.

Deep voice. Warm whispers.

Honey in tea.

Carnations, lilies and red grapes.

They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.

Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?

They love touching foreheads.

Might play an instrument or paint.

Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.

You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.

[oh-theseus]

Not sure if you are accepting any request but if you are can you do one for Jean. My week has been terrible just endless bad news one after another. Any comfort fluff fic. But if you are not accepting, pls ignore this and have a nice day!!

under the oak tree

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

summary: between dangerous missions and restless nights, you and jean find a moment of peace away from everything.

warnings: slight mentions of war. let me know if any need added &lt;3

a/n: hi honey !! i'm so sorry you haven't been doing well and that it took me so long to write this (i've been travelling, i'm sorry); you're always free to message me if you ever want to chat, i would be more than happy to listen. i'm gonna be honest and say this isn't my best work but i hope this helps lighten your mood some

there was something about finding peace between fighting titans and arguing with friends that felt so wrong. almost as if it was something that wasn't meant to happen. like it was reserved for the most important and deserving people.

in your mind, those deserving and important people did not include you. you didn't have a valid reason why considering you'd never done something to hurt another human unless it was to protect yourself or the people you cared the most about. you were good. you deserved to find peace in the chaos around you.

you wanted nothing more than for the war with marley to come to an end. you wanted a life where you'd never have to worry about titans again. you just wanted peace. that's all that you ever wanted.

and yet, you couldn't find it.

your one desire in this sick and twisted world, and you couldn't get it. it was frustrating, trying to sneak away from everyone just to be pulled back by someone inquiring about where you were going. of course you tried not to mind, but sometimes you just needed a break.

luckily for you, jean had noticed. surprisingly attentive, jean always seemed to notice when you were upset or just needed time to yourself. it came as a surprise to you when he would randomly appear at your room, your favorite snack in hand and flowers in the other, offering them to you as if you were awkward teenagers on your first date.

you'd lost count of the amount of times he'd dragged you away from the chaos around you, whether it be for a quick walk or a day spent looking at village shops. he knew when you needed a break almost better than you did. it was strange, having someone care that deeply for you.

you supposed that was how you ended up where you were now. outside; the sounds of leaves swaying in the wind and birds chirping in your ears, jean's hands placed gently over your eyes, his body pressed against you gently from behind so he could guide you.

it felt almost childish, listening to him guide you and his voice picking up when you almost stepped somewhere he deemed unsafe. you couldn't help the wide smile that had made its way onto your face, the small laughs that would escape your lips.

"are we close?" you questioned, a playfulness in your voice that hadn't been there in a while. it made jean smile wider than your laughs had already made him.

"yes, yes, i promise. just a little bit farther," he promised, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek before urging you on, guiding you away from small holes and flowers he knew you wouldn't want to step on.

and close you were, because not five minutes after your question, jean had removed his hands and moved to stand behind you while you took everything in.

it was... breathtaking, to say the least.

he'd taken you to a field you'd ridden past dozens of times during training but had never had the time to stop at. it was decently sized, housing trees around the edges and more wildflowers than you could name. behind you, a thick oak tree stood, its branches reaching towards the ground and its leaves brushing against each other in gentle song. birds flittered in and out of it, even a squirrel making its way up the trunk when it saw you.

it was so simple yet it managed to make your heart swell with joy and turn to jean with a wide smile and quickly pull the tall man into a tight hug.

"you're happy then?" he asked, the shyness in his voice creeping through as he slowly began to add to his sentence. "because if not we can leave. i just remembered you mentioning wanting to come here once and i thought you could use a break, bu-"

you cut his rambling off with a laugh and a quick kiss to his lips, pulling back to smile up at him. "yes, i'm happy. beyond so," you assured, hand finding his as you turned back to face the field. you watched as the flowers swayed in the winds, stray leaves from the tree being picked up and dancing across the grass.

you felt almost like a child again. innocent and happy, believing the whole world to be quiet and beautiful.

gently, you sat on the grass, pulling jean down with you. you let your legs stretch out before you, using your hand not holding jean's to lean against. he did the same, sitting close enough to you that your legs touched and you could lean your head against his shoulder. which was exactly what you did.

for awhile you just sat there, taking in the peace around you and being content in the presence of each other. this was it. the peace you'd been needing for months now. a break from the busy and violent world around you.

here, it felt as if nothing could touch you. as if you were tucked away into your own little world with jean. it was nice, and you knew this would become a memory you cherished for the years to come.

"thank you. i needed a break," you finally say, tilting your head to look up at jean. he doesn't notice and just smiles, happy that he was able to fulfill your needs.

"of course," he says simply, finally looking down towards you. his cheeks turn bright red when he realizes that you're already looking up at him, the thought making him suddenly shy. you can't help but to laugh at him as he quickly looks away, willing the color to leave his face.

"don't get all shy on me now, jeanbo," you tease, the nickname earning you a glare from jean that only makes you laugh more.

he can't stay upset though, not when you're laughing like that. it was something so melodic and beautiful that he couldn't even pretend to be upset as the sound filled his ears.

the rest of the afternoon was spent under the oak tree, telling stories of dreams yet to be fulfilled and childhood memories previously left unshared. it was like something from a story you might've read when you were younger. but this was to become a cherished memory you both would selfishly keep to yourselves. not even connie and sasha would hear the details of jean's afternoon spent with you.

"i don't want to go back," you finally said, back pressed to the tree behind you, jean's head in your lap, your fingers in his hair.

"me neither," he admits, hand reaching up to brush just beneath your left eye. his touch was as gentle as the breeze that moved the leaves. just barely there but oh-so-loving. "we have to though."

"i know," you breathe out, looking away from jean and instead to the field in front of you. "we can come back though?" you ask, almost shyly. like a child asking their mother for extra sweets.

"what kind of question is that? of course we can," he assures you, sitting up and placing a kiss to your cheek after. "we can always come back."

and that you did. everyday after that when you were in search of a break, jean could find you under the oak tree. sometimes a book in hand, others with nothing but yourself and a content smile.

and in those moments between him finding you and you noticing him, he would swear he'd never seen anything as beautiful as you.

[bladesjulia29]

Alastor x Reader: Spoiling Alastor

I woke up from a (sorta) nap and I randomly thought of this. Also the Alastor x Reader hashtag isn't active and I wanna fix that. So enjoy, Alastor simps~

♡ You and Alastor have been feeling bored lately.

♡ So what did you decide to do?

♡ Spoil him!

♡ Being the loving gentlemen he is, he always spoils you so you felt like returning the favor would be an awfully great idea!

♡ You ask the others in the hotel some good dating advice and you took all of it.

♡ And also thought of some other ideas you made yourself!

♡ One morning you call Alastor to wake up.

♡ "Honneeyyyy! Good morning!"

♡ Al has been sleeping like almost every person does ever since you got together so his voice sounded a bit groggy since he didn't expect to be awoken by you.

♡ "Hnnngg... morning, darling."

♡ Your voice was cheery because you were excited for this day.

♡ "Come oonnn. Get ready and get dressed and let's go!"

♡ He was pretty confused.

♡ He's never seen you in a mood like this.

♡ But he honestly finds it adorable.

♡ "My dear? Exactly why are you in this kind of mood?"

♡ "Well... let's just say that the tables have turned for today~"

♡ *confused deer cannibal noises*

♡ You find Alastor dressed in a more fancy suit than his regular outfit.

♡ ...yeah... he looked handsome.

♡ You wore a dress that went down to your legs and it was in a red shade and it looked like an outfit from his time.

♡ Goodness, you looked beautiful.

♡ You walk out of the hotel and go off to a few places you and Al enjoy.

♡ First you went to a restaurant that served the best food from his time in all of hell.

♡ They had some pretty fucking good meat as well.

♡ Next you went to a little shop to go get him some more outfits for his time (and some PJs that would fit him).

♡ He may or may not have needed some more clothes.

♡ You saw some other clothes you liked and Alastor also knew you'd like these certain things.

♡ "You know, sweetheart, I can get these things for y-"

♡ "Ah, ah, ah! It's your day, remember?"

♡ You also got him a stuffed animal or two because why not?

♡ They were cute!

♡ Then you went on a walk to the Cannibal Colony.

♡ You knew that was his one of his favorite spots in hell so you thought it would be a nice idea to go on a little stroll there.

♡ After a little bit Alastor finally asked why you were doing this?

♡ "Daww! Can't your darling spoil you for one day?!"

♡ You may or may not have been squishing his cheeks at that moment.

♡ "H-honey... the ladies are watching us..."

♡ Then you went a meat shop just to eat a little while you and him are at the last place to visit.

♡ Where was that?

♡ Just some place to gaze down on hell looking at the lights along with looking at night's sky and feeling the gentle breeze.

♡ You two may have been a bit quiet from time to time, but it was just such a lovely experience.

♡ And you also gave him a peck on the cheek.

♡ Why?

♡ Because you wanted to see his reaction.

♡ It was adorable.

♡ It was then time to go back.

♡ Once you two are back at the hotel you slip onto some PJs.

♡ You picked out your favorite kind and Alastor put on one of the pairs you bought him.

♡ After you get dressed for the night you slip in bed and cuddled with each other.

♡ Just like every day.

♡ It's always the best feeling when you're close to him.

♡ It was so warm and you felt... safe.

♡ He then spoke to you about today.

♡ "You know... today was just... splendid. Nobody has really done anything like this to me before... and it was... well, I don't know how to explain it. All I know is I had one of the greatest days down here. I really don't deserve you, you know, darling..."

♡ Well, the last part, sure he didn't, but it felt good to him for having someone like you in his... afterlife so to speak.

♡ He looked at you lovingly while you were off to go into the land of dreams.

♡ He gave you a little kiss on the forehead just to show some affection.

♡ "Goodnight, darling... I love you so much."

[beeindaclouds]

Mother, slight minirant, tw mentions of non-physical and non-violent animal abuse.

I hate the way small dogs and cats are treated by people. Seriously it horrible.

You know why chihuahuas 9 times outta 10 are aggressive? It's fear. They're so small you could step on them, and people manhandle and randomly pick them up all the time. They have no control in their lives and so they're afraid.

On top of that mist small dog owners I've ever met have this idea in their head that "I don't have to train my dog they're too small to do damage, let me just let them run off leash in an area that requires leashes" it's as if they don't realize they're putting their dogs life in danger.

I have neighbors that used to have two extremely small dogs that they'd let run loose in the neighborhood. Seriously these things were aggressive, would walk behind cars as they were varying out, and would run around in the street. Worst part is, becuase they were aggressive towards strangers, no one could pick them up.

That's the same issue I have with outdoor cats. Pet cats should not be allowed to just roam freely. Having an outdoor cat is abuse, and so is declawing your cat. Cars, other humans, dogs, other cats, birds of prey, coyotes, diseases, etc. Your cat isn't immune to being killed or eaten just becuase they have a collar or a chip.

On top of that cats destroy the ecosystem. They are not native to America and have caused multiple bird species to go extinct. If someone's cat really needs to go outside they can be harness and leash trained.

That's another thing. Cats are trainable animals. That's why people declawing them becuase "boohoo they scratch me furnisher" makes me so mad. What they're actually saying is "I'd rather make my cat go through arthritis than put the effort in to train them not to do something."

Sorry for the rant. Someone tried justifying these things to me today and it made me upset.

I honestly agree. I don't understand how people can have such "trust" in a cat or dog to let them just roam free and do whatever they want and expect them to come back.

Like if you trained them and they behave and do absolutely nothing bad, then great, but if you don't do any type of training and then complain when other people complain to you, honey you are the problem.

[vic-kingsleigh]

°•°LSA #05: Birthday Shopping

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "Jungkook wants to spoil Jimin for his birthay, so he takes him out to do some shopping... With a way higher budget than the younger would ever imagine..."

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dom!Jungkook x Switch!Reader x Sub!Jimin

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1079

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Everyone starts catching feelings

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It was a cute birthday party, really. He didn't ever celebrate his birthday like you and Jungkook had, so he felt happy and appreciated.  The next day he wakes up with your soft knock on the door, his voice lets you in, you're holding a tray in your hands, with the breakfast you and Jk prepared this morning.  "We've been up for a little while, but we thought that you would want to sleep a bit more, hope the noise didn't bother you" He smiles, such a sweet boy. "Not at all, I couldn't notice it really, until you came here." You smile back at him "It's good you got to rest after the stress you were having, I don't know a lot about your career, but judging by your homework you showed me the other day it looks complicated." You get the tray on his lap, and he calmly starts to eat "Well, kind of, but nothing compared to the career I would've studied otherwise. Everyone says what I did is a stupid decision, but I like it when I compare the work I would be doing." You're sincerely really curious about this other career, but by the tense tone in his voice at the mention of the mather you decide it's not a good moment to dive in to that conversation, you let it go for now.  "So, does it taste good?" He nods "Yeah, these are some good waffles, really" You feel happy at that "Jungkook has something, I don't know what it is, but when he is the one preparing the waffles they just taste especially amazing,I've looked closely and he doesn't do any special steps... Guess it's one of those indecipherable secrets of the world around us or some shit." He laughs, he's having a good time and you can tell. "Well, then I'll make sure to always have ingredients for waffles, just in case he randomly feels like cooking those, we wouldn't want to lose such a good opportunity just because were out of... Whatever he needs" He responds jokingly, then takes a sip of the tall milkshake glass "You're late to that party honey, that's already my job, but you can bring something to put on top of 'em~." He rolls his eyes with a little smile "By the way, this milkshake is also amazing, incredible... Thank god I don't know the recipe for all of this stuff, otherwise I would absolutely loose shape" You smile at him, proud, that delicious milkshake is something you did. "Well, actually, that was my part of the breakfast~" He looks at you "Well of course, a delicious woman can only bring delicious food when cooking, it's kinda obvious but yet impressing, thanks for sharing this privilege with me" You two spend some more time together until he's done with breakfast, you start to pick everything up "You should get ready later, Jungkook wants to take you birthday shopping" You mention casually, he tilts his head to the side, looking at you "What do you mean with birthday shopping? You both already did something cute for me yesterday, I don't need nothing more, don't wanna make him spend more money..."

"Oh, that was me the first time, but believe me, you're going. He's determined, and kinda knew you were gonna say something along this lines, so he won't take no for an answer... I know you're not used to this stuff, but this is one of his ways to show he appreciates you and cares for you, the money you're gonna spend in this isn't really that much for him, but he just wants to do something special and this is his way... he would be hurt if you didn't accept... But, whatever you choose is good, just think about it"

He makes a little pout, you kiss his cheek and go out of the room with the dirty dishes, he just sighs and decides he will take a bath... He's still sticky from yesterday. He takes a slow shower, and once that is done he takes special time pampering himself. Doing the skincare routine for special days. If he's gonna be seen around Jungkook in public he might as well look good, otherwise it would be embarrasing for the elder.  He chooses a cute and casual outfit, after that going to the living room, where you both are hanging out. He just walks to the kitchen and gets himself a good glass of water, then walking to the free individual couch to watch what you two are binging, Jungkook looks at him. "I'm ready to go, what about you?" Jimin takes his look from the tv to the man talking to him "Oh, I am too, whenever you want to go It's fine" He answers with a polite smile.  They go shopping, and they tell you everything when they're back. Turns out Jungkook knew about a game console the younger wanted, but Jimin went looking for perfumes at a very comfortable price range at some random store.  He's almost mad at the "ridiculous" amount Jungkook spent in the best perfumes, and then in the console. Jimin tells you he was dragging Jungkook out of the game store, until the elder said "But wait, you can't do anything with that yet!" And then he was unstoppable, buying every title Jimin lowkey approved of... The younger was so embarrased when returning home carrying so many expensive stuff in their bags, you just laughed and teased him

"Yah, such a cute boy, with the most expensive taste. I can't ever get you a gift, Don't have enough money!" He only blushes, you and Jk laugh. You try to take his embarrasment off with some cuddles and kisses, which seems to do the opposite of what you wanted it to do, but he looks so cute you can't stop. Being completely honest, you're totally happy he got so many good things, you know he deserves it, definitely. And sooner or later he'll have to get used to both of you getting expensive stuff for him. Obviously only things he will enjoy, but you feel happy the numbers on the tag of whatever he wants, are not a problem anymore.

You're feeling something more than lust for him... And the smile your boyfriend has, looks... More brilliant than it does when he just appreciates someone... You know those cute laughs and smiles carry much more than a mix of courtesy and amusement.

And for some reason, that doesn't make you feel anything bad.

[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

X-men preference - how they flirt with you!

Charles x reader, Erik x reader, Hank x reader, Logan x reader, Kurt x reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: yo yo yo, this is my first x-men related fic but I've been so engrossed with the fandom recently that I'll definitely be writing more :D (also the reader is a teacher at the mansion) - Honey

CHARLES

• Charles was very discreet with the way he flirted with you, wanting to get to know you more.

• He'd spend more time with you between classes, asking you about your abilities, talking to you about your life before you came to the academy, etc.

• Before you two were really close, he treated you in a strictly friendly manner. As you both grew closer, his feelings manifested into physical actions.

• Small hugs, kissing you on the cheek, instinctively clutching your hand at the sense of danger, and even you letting him into your mind.

• Obviously, it was pretty clear there was a thing between you.

• After a few months, you realised you liked him, too.

• You were both in the courtyard one evening, Charles talking about recruiting some new students.

• The way the purple sky reflected on his glassy eyes, his stubble-littered jaw, soft lips curved at the edges as he spoke.

• As he was halfway through a sentence, you impulsively leaned in and placed your your lips onto his.

• It took him a second to realise what was happening, but once he caught on he firmly kissed back, closing any remaining space between you.

• After a while, you both leaned back, a smile lingering between you both.

• "I really like you, Charles."

• A small chuckle escaped his lips as he cupped your cheek.

• "I didn't have to read your mind to figure that one out, y/n."

ERIK

• Erik was NOT subtle with the way he flirted.

• Eying you up and down with a smirk, staring at your behind when you weren't looking, wrapping an arm around your waist whenever you were near.

• He was just naturally affectionate, which you certainly didn't mind.

• He'd randomly bring you flowers in the middle of the day, because "they were on sale and just reminded me of you."

• And when others were off on a mission, he'd insist on cooking you dinner.

• The way you really knew that he liked you was that he'd sometimes open up to you about his emotions.

• The only person he's talked to in the past about his feelings was Charles, but it always ended in arguments.

• But often he'd wake up in the middle of the night and go downstairs to see you, also downstairs & wide awake, drinking hot cocoa.

• It became a weekly tradition for the both of you to have a cup of cocoa on a Sunday night, usually around midnight.

• When you were both downstairs, he'd talk to you about his childhood and his mental health. You were always there for him, listening to every word.

• So one sunday night you were creeping down the stairs, waiting to find Erik in the kitchen with 2 mugs of hot chocolate.

• However, instead of preparing your hot drinks, he was stood next to the record player. "Care for a dance?"

• Slow music played as you swayed across the floor.

• That night, he told you that he loved you. And, of course, you said it back :)

HANK

• As soon as you and Hank met, everyone knew he had a crush on you.

• Whenever you talk to him, touch him in any way, or even flash him a smile he'll automatically blush and get all flustered.

• "Hey Hank, I really like your sweater!"

• "Uh..m-my sweater? I uh...I don't...um, thank you."

• Once he became more comfortable around you, he started to flirt a lot more.

• Teasing little jokes and compliments were thrown back and forth a lot between you both, as well as longing glances when the other isn't looking.

• He loved to have you in the lab with him, and you were completely happy supporting him & listening to him drone on about his discoveries.

• He had been working on a serum for months, when one day he finally cracked it.

• He was working at his desk in the lab, you directly opposite reading a book, when he suddenly erupted.

• "YES!!! I'VE DONE IT!"

• You saw the small vile he was holding and automatically knew what he was talking about.

• You ran over to him and instinctively gave him a hug, him gripping you just as tight.

• However, you also absentmindedly went in for a kiss.

• It was small and light, and you pulled back straight away.

• "I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"

• He cut you off by pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, his hands gripping your waist with delight.

LOGAN

• We all know that Logan can be a stupid bitch when it comes to emotions.

• So when he realised he had feelings for you, he immediately distanced himself.

• He rarely showed up to meals, seldom participated in group activities, and avoided you at all costs.

• The only time you saw him was between classes, making your way to your next group of students and seeing him lurking in the corridors.

• His sudden withdrawal came so randomly to you & the other x-men, though.

• He'd often help you grade papers, drive you to the local convenience store for grocery shopping, and even help you cook meals for the staff.

• But all that stopped once he figured out his feelings for you.

• And frankly, you were sICK of it.

• One night, you got back late from visiting a family member. It must have been 11pm by the time you arrived back at the mansion, and the only thought that played on your mind during the drive home was Logan.

• Once you got in and put your bag down, you went straight to Logan's room. Trying to keep your cool, you knocked three times on his door.

• No reply.

• "I know you're in there, Logan. Let me in!"

• No reply.

• So, you let yourself in. And there he was, sat on his bed, flipping through a book, not at all surprised that you'd let yourself in.

• Once he saw you stood in the doorway, brows furrowed, he stood up and walked towards you.

• "Everything okay?" He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

• "No, Logan. Everything isn't okay. Why are you ignoring me?"

• You closed the door behind you, walking closer to him.

• Without a second of hesitation, he strode towards you, pushing you up against the wall.

• He waited a second before cupping your cheek and kissing you, teeth grazing your lips.

• Let's just say...you didn't get much sleep that night ;)

KURT

• Kurt was similar to Hank when it came to expressing emotions, yet he was certainly more romantic.

• Yes, he could get easily flustered around you, but he always found a way to turn it into a romantic situation.

• He'd write you small poems on sticky notes and leave them in your room, buy your favourite chocolate and put it under your pillow, and even pick you flowers from the gardens to surprise you on a bad day.

• It was obvious to everyone - including you - that he had a crush on you. And sure, you liked him too, but you wanted him to confess his feelings.

• When I tell you this boy was whipped; he was WHIPPED.

• Spill some water? He'll he there to clean it up. Break a glass? He's already scooped up the pieces and put them in the bin. Trouble grading papers? He's right behind you with the marking scheme to keep you on track.

• Although you'd tell him so many times that you can do it by yourself, he was eager to treat you like the princess that you were.

• It was the evening of your birthday when he confessed his feelings.

• The x-men had thrown you a party, and when the festivities were over, he stayed to help you clean up.

• "Y'know, I never managed to give you your birthday present."

• He told you to close your eyes and stick out your hand. Once you did, you felt him take your hand, and suddenly you felt a cool breeze against your arms.

• You opened your eyes in awe at your surroundings; you and Kurt were on top of the Eiffel tower, gazing down at the French city behind you.

• "Holy shit, Kurt - this is s-"

• He cut you off, placing his lips on yours. He didn't add too much pressure, waiting for you to respond, but loosened up when you lifted a hand up to cup his cheek.

• Your lil blueberry just wants everything for his queen <3